YOU BELONG TO ME
Pairings: Humanity-less stefan x reader
“Ugh, would you just leave me alone already?”
It’s bold of you to talk to him like that. Stupid too, especially in the state he’s in.
Your boyfriend was someone you would describe as a saint. Kind, cute, caring. But without his humanity, he was the opposite. He was hostile to everyone, getting on your nerves, especially when he shoved Matt to the floor when he tried to give you your homework back. He caused a scene in the hallway, practically threatening to rip out Matt’s throat if he so much as looked at you again.
Ripper Stefan was violent and territorial. You didn’t know what that meant for you.
Stefan’s hand found your shoulder, pulling you to turn and look at him. He lowered his head, making fiery eye contact to get his point across.
“Let’s get one thing straight, you belong to me.”
Stefan’s words send a chill down your spine, your soft, cuddle boyfriend, who used to sing along to You Belong With Me, is nowhere to be found and you’re left with this possessive shell of him.
Right now, he didn’t love you, he just knew that he wanted you and he was damn sure he was gonna have you.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” you sneer. “I don’t belong to you, Stefan, so do me a favor and fuck off.”
You felt brave turning away from him, as if your words would sink into him, maybe make him feel something and switch a flip inside of him. Your words did flip a switch in him, just not the one you were hoping for.
Stefan’s large hand grasps as your arm. With an easy, singular tug, he pulls you back under him, forcing your back into the lockers behind you. They slam against your back, the sound overpowering your scared gasp.
“No, no. Don’t talk to me like that.” Stefan tsks, caging you between his arms. “You’re not in control here.”
Left defenseless, your eyes shoot around the halls, looking for someone, anyone, but the hall is empty.
Harshly, Stefan grips your chin. “Don’t do that,” he demands, tauntingly. “It’s just me and you, baby.”
The pet name falls off his lip in mockery. It makes you feel pathetic and despite what you tell yourself, you’re afraid. Stefan grins. “I can hear your heart racing.”
“Maybe because I’m fucking terrified,” you snap, voice low, trying to calm yourself. Stefan reaches out for a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger before he lets it fall back into place.
“Good,” he whispers, an inch from your face. His eyes flicker over your lips for a split second his eyes meet yours and his lips twitch into a smirk as he fits his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales softly, and your foot bounces against the floor anxiously.
Stefan kisses at your neck with fake innocence, moving up to your jaw before focusing on your pulse point. His teeth scrap against your skin gently. Against your will, your eyes gloss over. You whimper. “Please don’t.”
“Do what, sugar?” he asks, “Bite you?” He jumps toward with his last remark, relishing in how you flinch.
You nod, fearfully, looking down at the floor rather than your scary boyfriend.
Stefan’s head cocks to the side ever so lightly, his eyes searching for your own. When they meet, you can see the familiar lustful haze in your boyfriend’s green eyes, but they’re darker than usual. For reasons unbeknownst to you, you refused to look away. Glaring at him through your eyebrows, Stefan cherishes your attention, licking his lips with excitement.
“Mr. Salvatore,” a voice calls from behind Stefan’s mean silhouette. “I think it’s time you get to class.”
You sigh with relief, your head falling back against the locker. “Ric.”
Stefan hardly looks away from you, barely sparing Alaric a glance as he eagerly tries to engage your intense eye contact. “In a minute.”
“No, now.”
“We’ll finish this later,” Stefan whispers in your ear, nipping at it as a threat disguised with playfulness as he pulls away.
If looks could kill, Alaric would be dead the second Stefan turned away from you, bumping his shoulder as he headed to class.
“Thank you,” you gush, hiding your face in your hands, desperate not to cry.
Alaric looks at you with sympathy. “Get to class,” he says. “We’ll deal with him after.”
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